Cyno who lounges around shirtless frequently, not realizing the effect it had on you. He felt at ease in your shared home, and as soon as he was off the clock, the armor came off, revealing his bare skin.
Cyno was toned to perfection, he wasn't the tallest of men, but he was far from weak. He was pure muscle, tanned, sculpted, muscle. His skin featured a few scars from his training days. He had become much more careful now, close to untouchable. He would come home with a few scratches every now and then, but remained relatively unscathed.
Cyno would catch you staring, as clever as he was, he was relatively dense. He was unaware of what you were staring at. Did his scars look ugly? Was there something on his back? Little did he realize you were gawking at him, taking in every inch of his skin.
Cynos skin was extremely soft, the only rough part was his hands which were calloused and rough from wiedling his weapon. You sometimes mindlessly rest a hand on his back or shoulder when he's shirtless, impressed with just how soft his skin really is, even as the general mahamatra!
Cyno radiates heat, this is no surprise. From spending his entire life in the desert, his body now naturally radiated the heat of the desert sand. It felt good when you were cold, but having him around as a radiator was incredibly inconvenient sometimes, especially when you both are in the desert, and being physically affectionate with him only makes you more miserable. However, on those cold nights, he'd grown fond of you burying yourself into his back or chest. He radiated the most heat there, and he knew that too. You had only told him how warm he was a million times. Hell, sometimes you'd stick a cold hand up his shirt just to warm yourself up, it'd make him jump a little, but he'd relax and let it happen.
Cyno had incredibly sexy arms. For a smaller frame, his biceps were massive, and he had prominent veins lining his arms. He'd flex if you asked him too, and it never gets old. He doesn't understand your obsession with his arms, but hes appreciative of it nonetheless. With that being said, his muscle didn't stop at his arms, his shoulders and back muscles were defined, and everytime he shifted or moved you were reminded of how strong he truly was. You'd watch as he would take off his armor when he got home, it didn't look heavy, but you could tell how heavy it was from the way his back and shoulders tensed, highlighting every muscle. Cyno had so many attractive features, but his abundance of muscle might take the first place trophy.
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Tighnari ramble.... i love and miss tighnari so much
Warning: mention of injuries: cuts, scrapes, bruises.
Thinking about Tighnari, who works himself to death, who comes home scraped and bruised, who comes home tired but still greets you with a smile.
"'Nari, what did you get into today?"
you asked gently, moving quickly to his side to help him. He was stubborn, a workaholic who pushed himself too far every day, all day. He preaches health and rest to everyone, but doesn't listen to his own advice.
He laughed at your concern, but it wasn't humorous; it was dry and almost painful. "I'm alright, the fungi were more aggressive than usual, I'm still researching why that may be."
Fortunately, having a forest ranger boyfriend has taught you a lot, including how to take care of said forest ranger boyfriend after he has beaten himself up. This was a common occurrence; Tighnari would come back to you late at night with bruises and new scratches. He was strong, no doubt, but he could be a little reckless. Half of his injuries weren't from fighting but were from what should be harmless things. Tighnari is the type of person to stick his arm into a thorn bush because he saw something inside of it. He doesn't think twice about it, and once he sees the scratches, he'll shrug it off and deal with it later.
You sat him down at his desk, helping him take his shirt off, just for you to get a complete view of all the damage he had done to himself today. A few minor scrapes along his side, a ton of his arms, and a bruise on his left elbow.
Your eyes flicked up to him, and your face was straight. He knew that expression well; it was the type of face you'd give someone after they asked an incredibly stupid question. The "I'm not mad, I'm just disappointed" face. The type of face Tighnari would give Cyno after a bad joke.
He met your eyes, offering a weak apologetic smile in return. He sat there incredibly still. He could very well take care of himself, but after hundreds of times of trying to take care of himself, you always took over. Most of the reason being you missing him after a long mission, and these intimate moments were the few you got with him.
You rubbed some ointment over his fresh injuries. He healed faster than a normal human, you blamed that on his partially fennec DNA. Despite these healing abilities, you were sure he was convinced he was invincible.
Tighnari has a thick skull and needed to be lectured to get anything through that thick brain of his.
He watched carefully as you tended to his wounds, wrapping bandages around his arms ever so gently. Once you were done, you looked up at him, softer than last time.
"I know you're going to lecture me, but I have been more careful recently; this time was just a freak accident." Tighnari tried to make excuses for the situation. He continued to ramble on about god knows what, plants, fungus, and some bush that he swore jumped out at him.
You wrapped your arms around him tightly, catching him off guard. He fumbled for words and gently wrapped his arms back around you.
"Come back to me injured like this one more time, and I'll leave you with injuries worse than any fungi could give you," You threatened.
He tensed up and then relaxed, burying his head into you.
Sitting on their lap! (Tighnari, Cyno, and Wriothesley x Gn! Reader)
Scenario: Sitting on their lap.
Genre: Fluff! (Cynos is a little spicy and Wriothesleys contains a sex joke 🌝)
I get these ideas from things I love doing with my own boyfriend and then just displaying them onto characters. Fun fact I'm 5'5 and my boyfriend is 6'2 so I'm going to include a height difference for Wriothesley because why not??
Tighnari
People make Tighnari out to be weaker then he is, however being a forest ranger has actually made him out to be a lot stronger than people make him out to be.
He actually suggested you sat on his lap. He had been working for a while, countless files scattered on his desk which was in your shared house in Ghandarva ville.
You came in his office and wrapped your arms around him as he was in his chair, kissing his exposed neck. "You almost done?" You asked him, hands rubbing his arms. "No, not really." He admitted. He grabbed your arm gently from in front of you and guided you to in front of him. You sat on his lap sideways, hands around his neck and looking down at the work in front of him.
You couldn't help but feel bad, he was practically drowning in work. He supported your back with one arm, and the other continued writing.
As he was writing, he buried his chin into your shoulder, supporting his head. He was tired. So tired.
You really appreciated the quiet moments you had with him like this. He was frequently busy, and as much as he tried to display his love, he'd get busy with something else. You understood what he was dealing with, and didn't take it personally. He showed he loved you in different ways, and different didn't equal bad.
He was a phenomenal lover, and he was so appreciative of your understanding after a hard day. He started welcoming your presence more when he was working at his desk. He often misses the smell of you as he is doing his work, therefore when you're sitting on his lap it brings him motivation to keep doing what he's doing.
Sometimes you'll fall asleep on him, he'll keep you in his lap until he's done, gently stroking your back to keep you peacefully asleep. Once he's done he'll pick you up and carry you to your shared bed, resting your head on him, a feeling he found the most comforting in all of Teyvat.
He became very fond of you sitting on his lap when the two of you were alone, whether it be at his desk or on the couch, he loved the feeling of your pressure being released onto him. He loved having your physical presence there, with him.
Cyno
Unlike Tighnari, he didn't do much work at a desk at all. He was constantly on the move, with very little downtime. That downtime he did get was spent with you however.
Your first time sitting on his lap took place when the two of you were making out. It had started on the couch with a few playful kisses, then turned heated into a makeout session. He pulled you on top of him, with you straddling him and his arms wrapped around your lower waist.
I won't continue on from there, but since then he has loved the idea of you sitting on his lap anytime you get. (Also one of his favorite ways to make out 🤭)
He also adores it when you sit on his lap facing him, resting your head on his shoulder with your face buried in his neck. He loves the way you bite at his neck gently when you want his attention.
Bonus points if you're tired, and fall asleep like that. He's all for either keeping you like that, or laying you down on top of him.
Cyno is also notoriously strong, therefore if he wants you on his lap, he can put you on his lap. Whether that means moving your legs where he wants them, that being on either side of his, or picking you up and placing you where he wants you.
His strength had always managed to impress, and he didn't hesitate to display it when it came to getting what he wanted. That being you of course.
He enjoyed it just as much as you did, he didn't get many intimate moments with you, and this happened to drive him crazy in many different ways.
Wriothesley
Wriothesley is incredibly touchy. in public, private, anywhere. He LOVES you sitting on his lap. Whether it be to kiss you, hold you, or simply groan about his day.
In the fortress when you're visiting, you're always able to sprawl out on his lap on his large chair. He'll keep you there if you fall asleep too. He'll throw a blanket on you for added comfort.
Wriothesleys strength is far from unnoticeable. Wriothesley is known for his raw strength, and he can keep you on his lap for hours without any complaints.
He's also freakishly tall, and makes a great pillow when it comes to sleeping on his lap. With a simple lean into his chest, you can be asleep within a few minutes.
When he notices you in his presence and he's sitting down, he's immediately either opening his arms, spreading his legs a little, or patting his lap to signal you to come sit.
He'll ask "What're you waiting for?" As you should know the drill is sitting on his lap by now. He took pride in it, and he wouldn't move you from his lap whenever someone came into his office with an inquiry.
He wants to be your designated chair. (Y'all think he's into you riding his face?)
ANYWAYS. He's a total enthusiast of you never sitting in a chair that doesn't consist of his legs. He loves to tightly wrap his arms around your waist, and to talk about everything you didn't understand.
You're staring, again. (Cyno, Tighnari, and Childe x Reader)
Scenario: Where they catch you staring!
Warnings: None!
Theme: Fluff!
Is it just me or do you guys love eye contact??
Cyno
Cyno was equally as guilty at staring at you, however, he always went unnoticed. He'd watch you from afar when you two were together, if he was occupied and you were in his vicinity, his eyes were on you.
He did it out of instinct to protect you, something he had to do for people frequently, but you were much more valuable to him. He had caught you watching him quite a few times, he shook it off as nothing, giving you a head tilt or a nod when you locked eyes with him. You did it because you adored him. You loved how his eyes flicked so rapidly from object to object, how alert he was everywhere he went, how his muscles tensed in public or when he became alert.
You would lay in his lap while he was on the couch, one hand fell into your hair, rubbing your scalp while the other was busy writing things on paper. You looked up at him and watched as his eyes hovered over every word carefully. He eventually looked down at you, and you couldn't look away quick enough. He smiled down at you, his hand shuffling through your hair once more. "You're staring, again." He laughed quietly, not breaking the eye contact the two of you had initiated. Looking into his eyes was hypnotic, he didn't realize it himself, but his eyes were beautiful. You smiled and twisted your head into his stomach, his hand then traced down your head to your back, aimlessly rubbing circles down your back. He was so gentle, and only you got to see this side of him which made it 10x better.
Tighnari
Tighnari didn't exactly catch onto your staring tendencies quickly, he was typically too busy to notice the way you'd watch his every move with such loving intent. He felt bad, he really did, for missing out on so many moments with you due to work. He tried to make it up to you as best as he could, whether that was letters, flowers, or the quiet moments at night where he'd hold you tightly against him.
When he does notice he's you watch him, he goes a little shy and nervous. He'd been dating you for a time, but still blushed around you like you were his elementary school crush. He would avoid your gaze when he made eye contact with you, typically smiling it off or turning away. You made him nervous in a good way, a way that he loved you and was still so shy around you.
Your eyes would fall upon him in the mornings when he had to leave bed much earlier than you did, he would wake you up by accident, leaving you to the empty bed with nothing to do but watch as he shuffled quietly throughout your shared room getting ready. He was adorable in the mornings, a little slower, gentler, and so so sweet. He'd always caress your face before he left for work, he held your face gently and gave you a light kiss. He realized this time you were awake, he noticed as your eyes hovered all over him, eventually meeting his eyes where he tried to dodge your gaze by putting his forehead on yours, but you couldn't help but feel his smile as he let up.
Childe/Tartaglia
He was also another guilty starer. However, he had no shame in letting you know he was watching you, just as you watched him. The two of you were both in awe of each other, admiring eachothers every movement. This allowed you to be so connected physically, the two of you knew each other's movements like the back of your hands.
Tartaglia loved staring down at you when he talked to you, always maintaining eye contact, attempting to make you nervous or get a reaction out of you. He'd smile down at you, watching every fidget you made as he gave you no choice but to look into his eyes. His eyes were also very beautiful, allowing one to get trapped in his eyes.
Tartaglia loved calling you out on your staring, with phrases like "Whatcha looking at?" Or "Something catch your attention?" He knew very well he was what you were looking at, and he was what caught your eye all those times. He loved doing it because he'd love the way you smile in the embarrassment of getting caught. He absolutely adored it every time, and it's one of the many things he loves about you. He loves the way you're always looking out for him, and he loves knowing he's the only one you'll look at that way.
Hello! I'm a little nervous to request, haha, but I wanted to request Tighnari, Cyno, and Albedo (idk if you have a character limit) with reader taking care of them when they're sick or injured. I'm a sucker for sickfics/comfort fics, lol. I know there's a lot of Tighnari taking care of reader fics, but I'd love to see the other way around.
Looking after them! (Tighnari, Cyno, and Albedo X Gn! Reader)
Genre: Fluff, comfort.
Hiiii!!! I'm so happy you requested!! I love interacting with you all, and your minds come up with the best ideas. I love this idea sm, and I saw the request and was so excited to write it with some of my favorite characters??? You know me too well 😉
Tighnari
Tighnari is super careful when it comes to avoiding injuries. He's super used to taking care of others injuries, and rarely gets injured himself. It's rare, but not impossible.
He came back home to you with his dominant arm in a sling. You smiled lightly, happy to see him. You knew he wasn't severely injured, and it brought you some relief knowing he'd only be down for a little bit.
In the meantime, he needed your assistance with various tasks. He couldn't use his bow, and he was stuck being a stationary ranger rather than what he typically did.
He was bummed, but you knew he'd recover quickly.
"Love, can you help me with this?" He'd ask frequently, whether is be grabbing his clothes or his bow that he couldn't even use.
You'd help him position and reposition his sling, being ever so gentle with his injured arm. "Thank you, I'm sorry for being so dependent on you as of recently. The medic said I'd be out for a few weeks, but I'm hoping it heals a lot quicker than that." He stared down at the arm you were carefully caressing and adjusting a sling on.
That was your Tighnari, so eager to get back to work. He appreciated your help a lot, and he doesn't know what he'd do without it.
He also felt bad with the lack of affection he could give you with his dominant arm down, he'd have to use his non dominant arm to hold your hand, or rub your arm gently when he was around you. He was gentle with his physical affection naturally, and he was even gentler with his injury as he was weak.
Like he said, he recovered quickly as he knows how to take care of himself. His blood is healthy, and his skin is tough due to his nature of being active and dealing with small injuries constantly.
He flexed his arm as you unwrapped it from the bandage for the last time, instead of a thick wrapping around his arm, he opted for a thinner support material traveling up his arm as he fully recovered.
The first thing his healed arm reached for was the face of you who had helped him throughout his injured weeks. He held your face as you leaned into his touch, placing a gentle kiss on your forehead.
Cyno
Cyno was less careful when it came to preventing injuries. He'd often come home to you with small cuts or bruises lining his arms. It's not because he was weak, he was just simply more reckless when it came to harnessing that strength.
His strength had consequences, and with his raw power came his ability to find himself injured easily.
Cyno had been out on a lengthy task, it had taken him a week or two to complete it, which meant he would come back with new injuries. You expected a cut or two to help him clean and heal, but what was new to you was an actual broken bone, that being Cynos injured wrist.
The first thing he tried to do was make a joke about it, which flew right over your head as you gently held his hand, staring down at it, upset he would let it happen. You knew he could have prevented it, but he didn't, and that's what upsetted you.
Cyno admitted to how it happened, as he got his polearm stuck in an awkward position, causing his wrist to bend in an abnormal position, resulting in his break. He had a high pain tolerance, and failed to realize anything was actually wrong with his wrist.
You had to explain to him that he had to take it easy or else it would result in permanent or further damage. You were no doctor, but you were educated enough to know how to take care of your reckless boyfriend.
Cyno wanted a wrist brace at most so he could get back to work. A break was nice every now and then, but he had duties he had to fulfill, and he couldn't postpone those responsibilities over a small injury.
However, being his lover and someone who cared for him, allowed you to lecture him on being safe and taking things easy on himself. You'd hope he would learn a lesson, and realize just how irritating injuries could be, therefore making him more careful, but that was wishful thinking.
He was very independent, and worked solo for most of his life, so he didn't like depending on you for assistance when he was injured, even though you had offered your help countless times. It was hard to get through his thick skull, but he was appreciative of your thoughtfulness regardless.
Albedo
Unlike Tighnari and Cyno, Albedo suffered from illness more than he did injury. Albedo had experience with injuries, but he was also very knowledgeable on how to take care of himself.
One thing he couldn't prevent was his line of work, and how all the information had a way of overloading his brain. He was intelligent, nobody could deny that. He also had a way of handling information and data unlike anybody else.
Furthermore, this positive attribute had a negative effect, as he would suffer from headaches frequently.
You knew of his intense migraines and headaches he would get. He would typically try to ignore it until it got unbearable, which hurt you to see.
He would have resources in his office nearby to put off the pain, but it wouldn't help him completely. It was easy to tell when he was having one of his severe headaches, his hand would fall into his hair, putting pressure on his head. His eyes would squint shut in pain for a brief moment, until he was able to attempt to put it off.
When you were with him, you'd always offer him some water, or suggest a break for a few. He'd typically decline a break, but that was expected.
If his headache got to him too badly, he'd step away from his desk or workstation, and come sit down near you for a while. His hand would softly brush up against yours for comfort, and he would sit there until the pain had passed.
You'd rub your nails over his back as he was experiencing this pain, sending shivers up his spine at the goose bump inducing feeling. He'd thank you for your help and squeeze your hand before he got back to work.
In your own time, you'd try to find a way to help him. Whether it was asking about medicines or tips, you'd try a lot to do anything to help him, as you were one of very few people who knew how much pain he endured due to the information he was intaking on the daily.
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Can I request, s/o ask for Intimidation act/ tips, (Cyno, Xiao, Tartaglia) they want to learn how to make a stone cold face/or a glare to scare of mens that won't leave them alone, but s/o failed miserably end up looking cute instead of intimidating.
Intimidation Act! (Cyno, Xiao, Tartaglia X Gn! Reader)
Genre: Fluff
Warnings: Mentions of being harassed?
I love this request so much bro it's so cute
I saw it and I was like "oh absolutely"
AND I am so sorry this took forever to upload. I was kind of in a slump BUT I'm back!
Cyno
Cyno was quite literally known for his expression, he seemed so intimidating to those who didn't know him. Luckily for you, you knew him better than anyone, and you knew how easy it was to get past his stone cold expression.
"Hey Cyno, you're always told how intimidating you look. How do I look intimidating as well?" You asked, hovering around him in your shared house.
You slung your arms over his shoulders from behind, wrapping them around his chest.
He turned his head to you, he had never thought of how he actually managed to look intimidating, as it wasn't his intention. His eyes were blank with thought.
"I'm not sure, it comes naturally for me I suppose."
He admitted blandly, no help to you whatsoever. "My demeanor probably isn't desirable; people have deemed me unapproachable." He frowned, recalling his multiple instances of people being scared of him.
"Well General Mahamatra, I think people just need to get past that demeanor of yours to see how sweet you truly are, however, I want that intimidating demeanor."
He scoffed at the name you called him and your stubbornness for something so dumb, like being intimidating. "Just frown more." He suggested, but just doing that wouldn't make you scary, just mean looking.
"Oh! I'll lock eye contact too, it makes people nervous." You added, trying the method onto your boyfriend. You ended up keeping a straight face and staring at him in the eyes. It ended up making you more nervous then anything.
"Your eyes are too pretty to be scary." He commented, smiling at you as he was maintaining eye contact with you so easily, almost as if he was reading your every thought.
He stood there with his arms crosses, shoulders pulled back and head angled. You had made many observations on him, but it was hard to copy him without looking stupid.
He seemed so effortlessly good at it as the two of you stood there for a solid few seconds, staring each other down. You came out the loser in the silent intimidation battle, your cheeks warming as he watched your every move.
"Is there a reason as to why you're trying to copy me?" He asked genuinely, readjusting his posture to be much less intimidating.
"I don't know, the merchants around Caravan Ribat make me uncomfortable sometimes, I wish they were scared of me so they wouldn't talk to me." You looked up at him, knowing most people in the desert would avoid his gaze and presence.
"Do you have names? I can make sure they're taken care of and never look at you again." His demeanor shifted to that of your gentle boyfriend, to that of his duty as Mahamatra.
"I'll be okay." You laughed at his protectiveness. Dehya already had everything covered, and always had a protective eye over you.
"I'll make sure I go with you next time, if you can't scare them off, I most certainly will." He placed a light kiss to your forehead, ending off your night.
Xiao
Xiao in many ways, was utterly terrifying. Even you were admittedly scared of him when the two of you had first met. He knew how he acted, and he paid no mind to how people perceived him. The only opinion that really mattered to him was yours.
He noticed you had been acting different as of recently. He knew your every mannerism, he was amazingly observant, and could tell when something was off.
"You're underestimating Adepti if you think I can't tell when something is different about you. What is it?"
He was onto you. You weren't acting entirely different, but a slight shift into anything revolving around you would go noticed by your adeptus.
"Your interactions are changing. Why is that?" He asked blandly. You knew how he acted and how he felt were two different things. You could understand his concern, but he would never show it.
You were scared to mention what was actually troubling you as of recently. He waited patiently for a response as you hesitated to tell him what was going on.
"I've just been bothered by a few locals. They keep harassing me in a way and I tried to take after you, I asked myself what would you do, but you don't even get harassed! People are scared of you, so I tried to copy your mannerisms."
He wanted to smile at your confession, but he couldn't put aside the part you mentioned being harassed. He was naturally protective over you, and this had really sent him over the edge.
"Where are they?" He asked, keeping everything straight to the point. He didn't need to know anything more, and even if you didn't tell him, he would find out himself.
"Xiao, it's really fine." You tried arguing with him, but it was no use. You brushed his hand lightly, it didn't go unnoticed, but he had a goal.
The next morning, he returned to you, with acts of service being his love language, he came back with a new set of flowers set on your desk.
You were upset he disappeared last night, but he was a free spirit you couldn't control.
"What happened last night?" You asked him, scared of the answer you would receive.
"I dealt with the worthless individuals." He replied blunt as ever, standing in your doorframe.
"If you ever run into trouble like that, you're supposed to call my name." You sighed, you knew you should have, but didn't want to trouble him with something like that.
"Can you teach me how to be less approachable?"
"I'm not a teacher."
You had your answer, and he was stubborn.
If he wouldn't be your teacher, you would teach yourself. You kept copying his mannerisms, and he'd roll his eyes every time he caught you doing it.
He thought it was cute, but would never admit that to you, a mortal.
At the end of the day when the two of you came back to each other and you could let your guard down, he loved seeing your smile more than anything. It brought him light to the dark life he lived.
Childe
Tartaglia was both one of the least intimidating people you knew, and most. He had his moments he could turn up the heat, making his subordinates weak in the knees, but you also knew him as the sweet, gentle, boy he could also be.
He tried his best to hide his harbinger side from you, as that wasn't your burden to deal with, but it was a part of him you couldn't ignore.
You couldn't ignore the way some of his subordinates looked at you when you were around him while he was working. Their stares made you uncomfortable, and you could hear them whispering disturbing things under their breath.
They should have known much better then to talk about a harbingers partner, as they had worked out for absolutely no one.
Tartaglia was observant, but a little oblivious to the situation, and you had tried your best to ignore it as well. You tried the tactic of an RBF, which only worked a little bit.
"It's like you're taking after me, I see the way you look at my subordinates, I've never seen you look so intimidating!" He was just a little dense.
"They make me uncomfortable." You admitted finally, and he stopped dead in his tracks as the two of you were talking while sparring.
"What do you mean? Have they done something?" He put his bow away quickly and walked over to you, caught off guard by the new information.
"Its's nothing I can't handle; they've just been staring and what not."
"Who?" He asked, almost sounding like a demand. He caught himself before he got snappy, taking a deep inhale.
You giggled at his reaction, running a hand through his hair. "Like I said, nothing I couldn't handle."
"They're still alive, so they weren't handled." He removed your hand from his hair, kissing it as he released it.
"Point them out to me, and I'll keep them after training next time."
You knew he wouldn't hesitate to harm, or even kill someone for you, but would he do it to his own subordinate?
Long story short, the group that had made you uncomfortable were never seen again under Tartaglia's supervision.
A few weeks later, he had started subtly advising you on ways to intimidate someone. Between eye contact, posture, and manipulation, intimidation was one of the many things he had been trained on as a harbinger.
He'd watch as you had started to copy him, standing by his side standing as tall as you could, (even if you weren't very tall.)
He was proud of himself for teaching you so well, and proud of you for learning. You weren't very scary, but he knew he was, so regardless, people would be scared if they saw him by your side.
You'd exclaim to him excitedly when his subordinates would avoid your eye contact, but in reality, he had threatened them. He loved the way you'd light up, and if all he had to do was threatened his snotty subordinates, he'd do it a million times over.
What's yours is mine! (Cyno, Wriothesly, and Tartaglia x Fem! Reader)
Stealing clothes with Cyno, Wriothesly, and Tartaglia!
Genere: Fluff
Warnings: None!
This is my first time writing for Wriothesly and I don't find him attractive at all but the way he talks is kinda hot??
Cyno
Cyno doesn't have many clothes to steal to begin with. Majority of the clothes he owns are for work, and even then they are thick with protection or just articles to work with the protection.
He owns a little bit of casual wear but doesn't utilize it much as he is constantly on duty. The only time you'll really ever see him change out of his work clothes is when the two of you are getting ready to sleep, and he'll change over to more comfortable pants. (Shirts are overrated in his mind, but who are we to judge?) His lack of shirts is certainly not a complaint in your household.
He thought it was very amusing to see you in his clothes. You'd wear his sweatpants to sleep as you cuddled up next to him, and he couldn't help but smile. He'd make stupid remarks every time you wore them like; "Nice pants, I wonder where they came from." or "Where'd you get those pants?"
He thought it was funny, but he already lacked comfortable clothes, so he'd struggle at night to find clothes he could wear to sleep as you had took most of them.
He'd eventually start taking them back, and whenever he got new clothes he'd keep you in mind too. He loved seeing you do things around the house with his clothes on, whether it was a loose shirt or sweatpants you had found, he loved coming back to you to wrap his arms around the familiar frame that was now drowning in his clothes.
He'd became very fond of coming back home to you in his clothes, and he'd frown internally whenever you were back in your own clothes. Your own clothes with their specific fit looked great, but he couldn't help but love how his clothes didn't fit you right.
He loved the sight of you in his own clothes, it was one of many ways he could reassure himself that you were his. Maybe it was his twinge of possessiveness that had a part of him in a chokehold, but he couldn't get enough of it after a while.
Wriothesly
Casual wear king. He is known for being cooped up in his office for hours on end, and in the early morning hours or late at night, he is wearing something more comfortable.
He offers up his clothes to you whenever you are down in the fortress. You visit him every now and then, and unintentionally end up spending the night most of the times. Without hesitation, every time he is throwing his own clothes at you to sleep in or wear around.
He gets a kick out of it when you wear his clothes around the fortress as it is very obvious, they are his. He enjoys his subordinates asking about you and your outfit, which just happens to be his.
Who is anyone to judge down there? They're all criminals anyways.
When you return to the surface eventually, he'll be occupied looking for his clothes, which are now in your possession. He'll smile to himself knowing that his clothes are in your hands but won't hesitate to pay you a visit just to get them back. (Also get you back for taking his clothes)
Every now and then you would buy new clothes for him and send them down to the fortress, only for them to be taken back the next time you visit him. He won't stop you if you leave the fortress with his shirt on, even though you look ridiculous with the shirt that doesn't fit you very well. (He thought it was hot.)
Tartaglia
He's another one who is pretty constantly on duty and only changes over in the comfort of his house. Furthermore, when he is in his own house, he is all for sweatpants and some sort of large shirt.
He LOVES seeing you in his stuff. He will never miss an opportunity to give you a sweatshirt or shirt of his. He'll make sure it smells like him too, just so he knows the thought of him will linger with you.
He's also big on matching or similar outfits when he can. Whether it's just matching sleepwear or wearing similar outfits out in public, he adores it. Knowing he has some sort of physical correlation with you makes him smile.
I can very much see him being the type of person to own those red and black plaid pajama pants, and he's the type to get them for you as well.
It's a family tradition of his for his family to own matching pajamas around the holidays, and you are no exception in that tradition. There is a group photo with his family, (Including you) hung up in his family home with all of you in matching outfits.
When he has to leave for work, whether it be for a week, or even a long day, he'll leave you with some sort of clothing article of his, probably with an attached note either telling you he loves you, or to remind you he wants his clothes back at the end of the day.
Scaramouche, Childe, Albedo, Xiao, Ayato, Heizou x Gn! Reader
Warnings: Language
Theme: Fluff
I've been thinking of this for months and I need to write it, so here I am 😍🖐️
Sorry for any mistakes 😍
Scaramouche
HIS HAIR IS HELLA SOFTTT. He has seen your small glances at his hair, and eventually he will let you touch it.
Scaramouche was already laying on your shared bed when you walked in. His hat was off and he almost looked like he was sleeping. Not knowing if he was sleeping or not, you sat down next to him. Now letting intrusive thoughts get to you, you swept the hairs out of his face. You started to run your finger through his hair. You decided to stop after a while. You got ready to lay down and he snatched your hand and put it back on his head. "Keep doing that." He said sternly. He eventually fell asleep. (He would start playing with your hair too if you were trying to sleep)
Childe
He would never tell you, but he has wanted you to play with his hair for so long. He played with his siblings hair to help put them to sleep.
You two were at his family home for the week, your boyfriend had just put his siblings to bed. "Sorry to keep you waiting." He laughed and tackled you onto the couch. He was laying on top of you like the man child he was. You put your hand on the back of his head and ran your hand through his hair. It was a little messy, but nice overall. He had a lot of hair. It was a lot of thin strands. He immediately fell asleep on you. Now, when your hands are free he will grab your hand and put it on his head. (Play with his hair)
Albedo
Albedo HAS SOME NICE HAIR. HAVE YOU SEEN HIS HAIR? KSJSHDHS. It's soft man. He keeps it nice, but no one ever really asked to mess with it before? He wouldn't mind though.
You crept up behind him as he was working. "Albedo, you almost done?" You asked from behind him, your hands on his shoulders. "Not yet, perhaps another hour?" You rolled your eyes and watched him work for a few minutes. Your hand traveled from his shoulder to his nape. You moved your hand upwards torwards his hair. Messing with his hair, he started to relax into your hands. Goosebumps formed along his neck. "Oh that feels nice. Can you continue after I'm done?" He turned around to look at you, grabbing your cheek and leaving a kiss.
Xiao
Xiao and touch are still a difficult bunch, playing with his hair was one of the first types of physical touch you ignited with him.
He was resting when you get first let you touch his hair. Leaning against a rock, as he was doing some things around town. He doesn't really sleep, so when he took some time to rest his eyes, you figured to help him sleep you would touch his hair. Being gentle of course, you slowly put your hand on his head, moving some strands around. He was awake at this time, and he opened his eye to see you. You were innocently laying next to him, hand in his hair. Once he realized you were calmed and meant good things, he relaxed.
Ayato
Ayato was open to the idea of you playing with his hair, you could really do whatever you wanted. He loved your touch, yet he was a busy man.
You walked into the kitchen, he was leaning against the counter talking to Thoma. "Thoma!" You greeted and walked over to Ayato as he wrapped an arm around you. "You are dismissed Thoma." "I'll talk to you later my lord." Thoma smiled and left the room. "Well hello "My lord."" You kissed him and he began to deepen the kiss. Your hands moved quickly to his head, and started to mess with his hair. At this point, you were borderline making out, however he broke the kiss after a moment. "Mm, that feels nice." He smiled as you massaged his hair.
Heizou
HEIZOU HEUZOU PRETTY HAIR EJDH. He has nice hair and he knows it. He's played with your hair plenty, so why not pay him back?
Heizou came home all whiny from a mission he claimed was "Too easy." "No fun, I was hoping for something a little more challenging you know?" He was sitting in his office chair as you came up behind him and planted a kiss on his forehead. He tilted his head up, and you put your head on his and put your hands on his head, messing with his hair. He got out of his chair and dragged you over to the bed where you could continue massaging his head. "Oh archons please continue." He whined as you stopped for a moment.
Kazuha
Kazuha didn't like to put his hair down, he claimed it got in his way but he didn't want to cut it. He liked it the way it was, and you didn't blame him.
"Kazuha?" "Hm?" "Would you mind if I played with your hair?" He laughed at your question. "Of course not, we are alone and the wind isn't bothersome, therefore I suppose you could do what you like with my hair." He positioned himself to the point you could mess with his hair. His hair was a little tangly due to the wind, but after a while if brushing it with your fingers it became soft and fluffy. He would ask if you would like it too, so he could know what you liked too 😉
